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“Thank you, D- Warren.” I’m not sure why I corrected myself. He said it was okay, and I already called him Daddy mere seconds ago, but I was feeling emotional, and it just came out. Warren’s face scrunched up like he’d tasted something awful, and my nerves began to skyrocket.

Warren let out a nervous chuckle. “You only called me Daddy once, but hearing you say Warren now feels so wrong. I have no idea what calling me “Daddy” truly means, but I know that when Silas first said it, and then when you did, it just felt right. Nothing has ever felt as right as being with you two and hearing you call me Daddy like it’s the most important name you’ve ever said. It makes me feel more like myself than I ever have. So please, if you want to, I’d love for you to call me Daddy, and I promise that when I learn what that fully means to you, I will do everything I can to be worthy of the title.”

Tears formed in my eyes, and my heart felt fuller than ever before. I never doubted fate’s ability to find my perfect match, but I’d never expected it to be so incredibly perfect. It was overwhelming.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Chapter seven

Silas

“Now, let’s get those icky clothes off you.” I watched with half-lidded eyes as Daddy began taking off Griffin’s clothes. I felt as if I was floating in space as I watched my two mates interact. I knew Griffin loved taking care of me, but I was so incredibly happy to see him get his turn finally. A few times over the years, I’d tried to step up and be a caregiver for Griffin. I wasn’t sure if I was so thoroughly a little or if it had to do with the effects of my curse, but I was a horrible caregiver no matter how hard I tried.

“Arms up, sweetheart.” Daddy’s voice was deep and soothing, and it settled over me like a warm blanket. My body was desperately fighting sleep. It was nowhere near the time Griffin and I went to bed, but after all the excitement of finding our mate and then being tucked into a nice, soft diaper after coming my brains out, I was more tired than usual.

No matter how tired I was, I couldn’t fall asleep. I was too interested in my mates, so I just lay there watching them through my droopy eyelids as I sucked away on my pacifier. I didn’t hate my pacifier; my thumb was just easier, and when I really got into suckling, it was hard to stop. Switching to my binkie meant I had to stop; I didn’t like that. Thankfully, Daddy had my binkie right there so I could grab it quickly. I knew that was his first time, but if I hadn’t, it would have been hard to tell. Other than being a bit unsure about my diaper, Daddy was a natural.

My cock jerked in an attempt to harden when Daddy removed Griffin’s last item of clothing, but I was too tired. Even so, I admired my mate’s sexy body as our sweet Daddy grabbed the wipes and began cleaning the dried cum from his gorgeous cock. As I watched them, I found myself feeling more fuzzy and very thirsty. So very thirsty. Then I remembered I never got to finish feeding from Griffin. I definitely needed more blood soon.

“Griffie. . . Daddy. Need bwood. Firsty.” My words were slurred as I spoke around my binkie, but I wasn’t ready to give it up, not until it was time to sink my fangs into flesh. My body relaxed slightly when I felt Griffin climb into bed next to me. He was already dressed in the outfit he had picked out. I must’ve been more out of it than I thought.

“Si, I know you’re thirsty, but if I let you drink from me now, it’ll start the bonding process.” Griffin looked slightly nervous as his gaze glanced over to our mate. “We still haven’t told him anything. . . He needs to know what he’s getting into before we bond.” The disappointment I felt was intense. I loved drinking from Griffin, and now that he was my mate, I wanted to more than ever before. But he was right. It wasn’t just us anymore; we had Warren, and while he wasn’t as confused as a human normally would be, he still didn’t know shit. I might have been thirsty, but I refused to bond with either of my mates while one of them wasn’t fully aware of the situation.

I released my pacifier with a wet pop and let out a dramatic sigh. “I can go get a blood bag, and then we can talk. I’m too weak to hold out for much longer.” I wasn’t at risk of dying anytime soon, but the longer I went between feedings, the weaker I would get. My brain became foggy, and my movements were slow and sluggish, but it wasn’t going to kill me. At least not yet.

Just as I was about to remove myself from my bed to grab those disgusting blood bags, Warren was there, grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze to his. His eyes were dark and full of desire, and something a bit rougher that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. When he spoke, his voice was deep and raw, making my cock and fangs ache like never before. “I’m not quite sure how all of this works since we haven’t talked yet, but the idea of you even considering drinking blood that isn’t Griffin’s or mine makes my chest ache. If it would harm you to wait till after our conversation, then I understand.” His face flushed a deep red, and his words were practically a growl. “But if it can wait, I desperately want my little vampires to sink their fangs into me and have their fill.”

My whole body shuddered, and Griffin and I both moaned. Daddy must have liked the sounds we made because his eyes got wider, and one of his hands moved to grip his cock through his pants.

“I can wait, Daddy. But we should probably talk now because the longer we wait, the harder it will be to focus.” Griffin’s hand landed on my back, the weight comforting and safe.

Warren stood up and made his way to the foot of the bed. “Make room for me in the middle, please.” There wasn’t a whole lot of wiggle room, but we’d fit for now. We definitely needed a bigger bed at some point, but for now, it would do. Griffin scooted over, and Warren began climbing up the bed until his back was settled against the headboard. When he was settled, he pulled Griffin and me to either side of him. I reached my hand over Warren and felt around until I successfully found Griffin’s fingers intertwined with mine. We placed our joined hands on Warren’s plush tummy and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Warren chuckled and kissed both our foreheads affectionately, making us giggle.

“I have so many questions about vampires and the paranormal world in general, but that is going to have to wait until later.”

Griffin cleared his throat before speaking next. “We should probably tell you about Silas first. . .” Griffin launched into the story about how the witch cursed our coven. I heard the story a million times over the past three hundred years, but I enjoyed Griffin’s version the best. He told Warren how scared he was for me and how close we had become despite my curse.

Warren sat silently, listening to the story, seemingly taking it all in. Once Griffin was finished, he placed another kiss on each of our foreheads. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. I’m sorry to hear about your curse, Silas. It couldn’t have been easy. But you boys aren’t alone anymore. I’m so thankful you had each other, but I’m here now. No wonder you were so overwhelmed in the alleyway. I couldn’t imagine feeling so detached and flippant all the time, only to start feeling the exact opposite at such an intense volume.”

Daddy’s words eased the ache that had formed in my chest. Griffin squeezed my hand in his, making it ease even further. It was my turn to move the conversation forward, so I told Daddy how drinking different types of blood affects our vampire nature. He had a few questions, but most of them were pretty straightforward. “So once we are mates, can you both drink from me? Will there be any negative effects on my body?”

Griffin shook his head. “As vampires, we are immortal. When you bond with us, you will become immortal as well. You will never get sick, and if you become injured, you will heal almost as quickly as we do. So any blood we drink will be replaced before you can even tell. Silas and I drinking your blood is entirely up to you. If at any point you don’t want us to, we will stop.

“How do we bond?”

Warren’s question shocked me a little. I knew our human mate wasn’t one to be deterred, but his easy acceptance was a little unexpected. Even so, I needed to trust that our mate could make his own decisions. Just because he wasn’t as hesitant and scared as I thought he would be didn’t mean he couldn’t handle himself.

“Griffin and I will both bite you and feed from you. When we do, it’ll leave a mark that signals to all paranormal creatures that you are ours. After we bite you, we will bite each other.”

Warren’s body was practically shaking beside us, his voice rough and full of need. “So I get to have two sexy mates for the rest of time. . . and I get to feel their cute little fangs dig into my skin as they drink as much blood as often as they want without repercussion?”

I let out a relieved chuckle. My mate definitely knew what he wanted, and I was more than happy to give it to him. “Yup. That basically sums it up.”

The next words out of his mouth had my fangs dropping and my cock harder than a steel rod.

“Then get up here and bite your Daddy.”

Chapter eight